1 comments/ 42267 views/ 1 favorites Take Me Please By: Trialbasis Janice and Heather were neighbors. Janice was 29 years old, blond with a figure that would easily turn heads and raise dicks. But she didn’t realize that she was a very attractive woman and a walking fantasy. She was married to a real estate agent named Jack and, as a pair, they were devoted to each other. Jack and Janice, or J&J as friends knew them, were also very naive sexually. Heather, on the other hand, was far from naive. She and her husband, Dave, were quite adventurous with each other and had even posted a few photos on the Internet. Heather was in her early 30s and had a body that was firm and well proportioned. “Come on, we’ve got a few minutes before we have to leave. I want to pick up something for tonight”, said Heather. “Sure”, replied Janice. “Where are we going?” “I want to go to that new lingerie shop in the mall. Dave has been out of town since Tuesday and he gets home tonight. I’m going to greet him at the door dressed in something skimpy.” Janice turned a little red but smiled as they went down the mall. Heather noticed that she was a little uncomfortable with the conversation and she decided to see how open Janice was about sex. They entered the lingerie shop and Heather went straight to the panties hanging on the wall. She took down a pair of sheer bikinis and turned to Janice. “What do you think about these? Do you think that Dave would like these ones?” Janice turned red again but managed to nod a yes in response. She couldn’t believe that Heather was talking about her sex life as if it were no big deal. Janice didn’t know what to say, but before she could say anything Heather took another pair of panties off the wall and held them out for Janice to see. “What about these? Dave really likes thongs.” “Heather!” exclaimed Janice. “What are you doing?” “What do you mean?” replied Heather innocently. “All I want to do is get something sexy for tonight and I want your opinion on what panties to get that will have Dave hard as soon as he walks in the door.” By now Janice was totally embarrassed and almost speechless. “I had no idea that you were this daring. I could never discuss sex like this.” “Oh come on Janice. This is nothing. I’ll tell you what, I will tell you one thing that Dave and I do if you tell me one thing that you and Jack do. Is it a deal?” “I can’t”, said Janice. I would be too embarrassed.” Heather looked at Janice and smiled. She then took the thong panties she was holding and held them up to Janice. “These would look nice on you. Why don’t you get a pair and see what they do for Jack?” Janice turned red again and crossed her arms in frustration. “Don’t make fun of me Heather. Just because I don’t talk about my sex life doesn’t mean that I don’t have one.” “I’m sorry”, said Heather. “I won’t tease you again, but just let me tell you that doing something a little different once and a while can be a lot of fun. Dave really likes it when I wear sexy panties. I even get him to put them on and watch his hard cock slip around inside them. Sometimes we both go shopping and buy his and hers sets of panties and then we spend all night as hot as hell.” Something changed as Janice listened to Heather talk. She was no longer embarrassed but rather she was enthralled with what she was hearing. She wanted to hear more so she pressed Heather for some details. “You dress Dave up in panties? What does he think of that? “Dave is a panty addict. Once he dumped out my panty drawer and made me try on every pair in front of him. I told him that he had to get naked as well and I had him masturbate as I put on my little panty fashion show. I only made it through five pairs before Dave grabbed me and buried his face in my pussy.” Janice was now wet and horny. “Do you really think Jack would like it if I tried something like that? Janice reached for pair of white see-through panties and held them up against her skirt. “You wear those tonight and let me know tomorrow.” The two women paid for their items and walked back to work. All Janice could think about for the rest of the afternoon was what she wanted Jack to do for her that evening. She was frightened that he would think that she was crazy and sick for even suggesting such a thing, but she was determined to try. Janice usually got home before Jack and today was no exception. She stripped off her work clothes and stood in front of the mirror. She had sometimes wondered if she was loosing her attractiveness as she got older. Janice reached up and held her still firm breasts feeling the nipples harden as she gave each one a squeeze. “These are still in good shape” she thought and she turned around to look at her behind. “My ass is still nice and round” and she ran a hand over the cheeks of her blemish free bum. Then she faced the mirror and looked at the patch of hair covering her wet pussy. She ran her fingers through the short tangles and gently caressed the lips of her cunt. She closed her eyes and slipped a finger in between the wet and greasy folds of her sex. With her other hand she pinched her nipples and massaged her succulent breasts. In her mind Jack was licking her pussy and she was sucking his cock. She worked another finger into her cunt and rubbed her clit, which was swollen and demanding attention. Janice reached into the night table and took out her ‘little toy’ which was not so little. She turned it on and the familiar buzzing noise made her smile. Janice placed the tip of the vibrator against the nipple of her right breast. It was as though her breast was attached to electrodes and electricity was coursing through her. Janice frantically worked her fingers over her clit and around her sopping wet cunt. She could feel her orgasm begin to build and she lifted one led to the edge of the bed to open up her pussy some more. Janice teased her swollen clit with the tip of the vibrator. She opened her eyes and looked at her self in the mirror. What she saw was a woman who wanted sex. A woman who wanted to try different things with the man she loved. A woman who was no longer embarrassed about her desires or fantasies. Janice rammed the vibrator in and out of her sweet wet pussy and started to cum. She reached for the dresser to prevent herself from falling as the waves of her orgasm vibrated through her body. She collapsed on the bed but continued to squeeze her cunt lips together until the final tremors had subsided. Janice thought about what had just happened and she smiled to herself, “Jack is in for a surprise tonight.” Janice showered and put on the new panties she bought. Then she picked out a very short skirt that she knew Jack liked and added a white, semi sheer, blouse. She decided not to wear a bra and she liked the feel of her naked breasts against the fabric. Standing in front of the mirror she turned to admire her profile. As she turned around she had to admit that her figure was still pleasing, her breasts were firm and round and her legs were well toned and long. The more she gazed at her reflection the more self assured she became. She was going to treat Jack to a sexual feast. She wanted to be the main course. Janice went into the living room and opened a bottle of red wine setting it and two glasses on the side table. She put on some soft mellow music, drew the curtains closed and dimmed the lights. Her timing was perfect. As Jack stepped through the door she threw her arms around him and kissed him long and hard. “What gives?” asked Jack somewhat bewildered. Janice stepped back and opened the top two buttons of her blouse. Her ample chest was barely covered and she let her fingers trace a path around her stiff nipples. “Heather and I went shopping today.” “I know that you love to shop but I had no idea that shopping had this affect on you.” “We went panty shopping. Did you know that Dave has a thing for Heather’s panties? She told me quite a bit about Dave’s little secret and how she makes him wear her panties when the have sex.” Janice stepped closer to Jack and felt his semi erect cock through his pants. “If you’re enjoying this just wait until later.” Janice quickly turned and went back to the living room. As she walked away she turned her head and said “I want you showered and naked in five minutes”. Jack dropped his brief case and ran into the bedroom stripping off his clothes as he went. He quickly stepped into the shower not caring that the water was ice cold. He toweled off and was back in the living room in record time. Janice was sitting on the sofa sipping wine, “Come stand in front of me so I can see your lovely cock”, she commanded. Jack had never seen his wife be this aggressive and demanding. Despite his confusion, he was really turned on by Janice’s take charge manner. His cock was now fully erect and pointed straight at Janice’s face. She had him stand beside the sofa and she took his cock in her right hand as she sipped wine from the glass held in her left. She smiled and began to stroke Jack’s cock. Her skirt had risen well above her thighs and Jack could easily see the new panties she was wearing. The sheer fabric acted as a window through which he could see her sweet juicy pussy. Jack placed his hand over his wife’s and followed her motion up and down his cock. With his other hand he reached down to fondle his balls adding to the erotic sensation. Janice continued to sip her wine but she eased her hand from under Jack’s, telling him to continue playing with himself. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and slipped her hand inside her now very wet panties. They were both enthralled watching each other masturbate. This was something that went beyond anything they had done before. Janice managed to regain her self control before they went over the edge. “That’s enough baby, don’t cum yet we’ve only just begun our little party and there’s so much more I want to do.” Jack stopped his hand action and reached out for Janice. She stood up and they immediately went into a long and passionate embrace. Janice reached down and grabbed Jack’s cock using it as a lead to pull him into the bedroom. Jack followed willingly and on arrival he reached around Janice to cup her breasts in his hands. He pulled her toward him and she could feel his hard cock pressing into her backside. With his arms around her he leaned forward and kissed the nape of her neck. This was something that Janice loved, especially when Jack sometimes got a little anxious and gently bit her neck and shoulder. Janice loved to be held and taken. She had never said this directly to Jack but on the occasions when he really took full control she had the best orgasms. She secretly wanted to be tied up and have Jack tease her relentlessly. When she was alone and Jack was on the road, she would sometimes fantasize about being submissive to Jack. She wanted to act the slut but not loose face in Jack’s eyes. As Jack continued to hold her tightly she felt that perhaps tonight she would fulfill her fantasy. Janice stepped back until her legs touched the edge of the bed. Holding onto Jack she fell backwards with Jack on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him and whispered in his ear ‘Take me, make me cum’. Jack starred down at his lovely wife and saw the look of pure lust in her eyes. He took her arms and pulled them toward the head of the bed. Janice was helpless and she loved it. She began to moan loudly and struggled to free herself. Jack tightened his grip and kissed her hard on the mouth. He moved between her thighs forcing them open with his knees. Janice was putting up quite a fight and Jack soon realized that he couldn’t do anything as long as his hands were occupied holding onto Janice’s arms. Jack stood up pulling Janice with him and dragged her over to the closet. He quickly grabbed a handful if his ties and moved back to the bed. He threw Janice onto the bed and straddled her chest. His cock was pointing at her face and he stuck it in her mouth as he secured her hands with one of his ties. Janice sucked greedily on his fat tool. She worked her tongue around the head of his cock and tried to swallow it whole. Jack withdrew his dick from her hungry mouth and moved up until he could attach the tie to the headboard of the bed. This placed him squarely over Janice’s face and his balls dangled just above her waiting, wanting mouth. Janice took one of his testicles in her mouth and sucked on it relentlessly. Jack couldn’t believe what was happening but he wasn’t about to stop and question his good fortune. With Janice’s hands now secured he grabbed his dick and pumped it furiously as Janice sucked on his nut sack. Janice was in a sexual trance and she loved the feeling of being forced to submit to Jack’s desire. She released the testicle from her mouth and Jack fell forward. She was now looking directly at Jack’s puckered asshole and without hesitation she forced her tongue between the cheeks of his ass. Janice ran her tongue around the rim of his anus and back along the ridge to his balls. She moved back to Jack’s asshole, probing and licking its wrinkled opening. If her hands were free she would have pushed a finger into Jack’s ass and grab his cock at the same time. Jack was holding onto the headboard. His eyes were closed and he was lost in the sensation of being rimmed by his wife. His cock was so hard and so hot that the merest touch would cause him to explode. He wanted to cum and he wanted to come on Janice’s face. He reached down and grabbed his cock. He began to massage his hard and painful dick. It only took a few strokes and he knew that he was about to cum. Janice knew as well and she readied her self for the flood that was so close. Jack pulled back until his cock was directly over Janice’s face and then he erupted with a torrent of sticky cum hitting Janice square in the face. The first load landed on her mouth and nose, and a second jet of sperm hit her cheek. The third batch was not as large or a forceful as the first two but Janice had opened her mouth to catch it on her tongue. Jack collapsed on top of Janice’s face and she continued to suck him dry. After a few minutes Jack stood up and looked down at his wife. Her face was covered with his sticky cum and she was using her tongue to lick up what ever she could reach. Jack realized that Janice was still dressed and he began to unbutton her blouse to gain access to her tits. With her arms still tied above her head he could not completely remove it. But he didn’t mind, he had what he wanted and he placed his mouth over one of her hard and puffy nipples. Janice let out a low and deep moan as Jack sucked and bit on her breast. Her pussy ached and she desperately wanted him attack her clit. Opening her legs she whispered to Jack, “Fuck me please, I need your cock inside me.” Jack liked the control he had over his wife and he wanted to hear more. “Tell me what you want me to do. Tell me about your pussy and what it craves.” “Oh Jack please. I need to feel your cock in my pussy. It’s so hot and wet that I can’t stand it. Please fuck me Jack. Fuck me now.” Jack moved down the bed until he was between her legs. He reached down and ran a finger along the crotch of her new panties. They were soaked in her juices and he wanted to taste her wetness. Jack began to kiss the inside of her thighs moving slowly toward her panty covered pussy. The smell was strong and musky and Jack savored the aroma emanating from her inflamed cunt. He ran his tongue along the edge of her panties and his nose brushed against Janice’s pussy. He then covered her crotch with his mouth and probed her pussy through the thin panty. Janice could hardly stand it. She wanted to cum so badly that she bucked against Jack’s mouth to force his tongue between the lips of her cunt. Jack pulled the panty crotch aside and teased her clit with the tip of his tongue. Janice was moaning loudly and almost in tears she wanted to cum so badly. Jack wanted to continue to taste her pussy but he also wanted to fuck his wife. He moved up her body until the head of his cock met the lips of her sex. He reached down and moved his cock back and forth between her pussy lips. Janice was now crying because she was so lost in her need to cum. Jack began to fuck her slowly but Janice had had enough foreplay. She wanted to be fucked hard and fast. Jack increased his rhythm and was soon pounding her pussy with everything he had. Janice screamed and came with such force that she arched her back lifting them both off the bed. Her orgasm seemed to last for ever but finally she fell silent and clung to Jack for comfort and security. They couldn’t move but Jack forced himself to release Janice from her bindings. They then curled up and looked into each other’s eyes. Without saying a word they both knew that they had turned a page in their sexual relationship and they were very happy. Take Me Please It was over. Our torrid love affair had abruptly come to an end. We had been sleeping together for several months when I learned that Caiden was married. It devastated me to find out that the promises made were nothing but a lie. In our time together he had shown me friendship, love, and passion. A few weeks had already passed. I missed him and wanted to see him, so when I woke up I devised a plan to get him over here. When I called him he answered on the first ring. "I want my things back." I said immediately without identifying myself. "Your things will be in a box by the back door. Just leave my things on the porch." I hoped he recognized the callousness in my voice and not the longing. "Hello, to you too." He said with a hint of humor. "Yeah. Hello." I tried not to smile. "You want me to come by now, before work?" "Yes, and drop my things off." I already regretted calling him. I heard a car door slam and an engine come to life. "On my way." Caiden hung up before I could respond. What was I thinking; calling him? I had known that he would have jumped at the chance to see me. He had been calling for days, leaving messages insisting that he needed to see me so he could explain himself. Caiden generally used his charm and power of persuasion, attempting to sway me into seeing him, but it didn't work. In his last message he became more demanding and that is when I found myself tempted to answer him. It wasn't long before I heard his car pull up and the front door open as he entered. I smiled to myself. I had known all to well he wouldn't listen and he'd let himself in without the invitation. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked as I watched him greet my dogs. I felt no need to tell him how pleased I was that he didn't do as he was told. "I said to drop my things off outside." I put my hands on my hips and scowled at him. Caiden smiled easily and his eyes scanned my body slowly, deliberately. "You look nice." He said ignoring me. I knew I looked nice, that was all part of the master plan. I wanted him to suffer and feel the loss as he realized he would never have me again. I chose to wear my tight black pencil skirt and heels, remembering how he had mentioned several times his desire for me to wear a skirt so he could lift it and fuck me anytime, anywhere. Accompanied with the skirt I wore a white button down blouse, unbuttoned slightly around my bust. I didn't wear nylons as my legs were sleek and tanned. My long blonde hair was loosely curled at the ends. Caiden liked my hair down. I noticed his hands were empty. "Where are my things?" I followed his gaze over to the couch where a small EXPRESS FOR MEN shopping bag sat. "Oh. Thanks." My dogs sat at his feet, panting and smiling up at him. "Your dogs are happy to see me." "Wish I could say the same." He didn't take his eyes off me, but I couldn't seem to bring myself to look at him. It hurt too much. However, I couldn't help but notice he was impeccably dressed for his day at the office. Caiden had on dark navy blue dress pants, a bright blue button-down shirt and a thickly striped tie. His thick dark curly hair was neatly gelled. He was freshly shaven, and looked absolutely dashing. "Jess." He said it softly. The dogs, apparently sensing trouble, scattered off toward the guest room. Caiden took a step toward me. I backed up. "Don't." Now I looked at him. "I want you to go." "Let me at least explain." He took another step toward me. Now I really did want him to go. I didn't want to be reminded of the truth, but it was too late for that. I looked to his ring finger and saw it was bare as it always was when I was with him. Suddenly bitter and hurt I realized I'd made a huge mistake by calling him. "Go. Please. I don't want to hear it." Ignoring me as he usually did he came to me and touched my face gently. I felt the tears start to well up in my eyes. My plan was backfiring. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. That's when the anger came. Swift and sudden. "Don't touch me! Get out!" I struck out blindly, hitting him across the face and retreated toward my bedroom. He followed me, calmly. "Things aren't good at home. I'm not happy with her." He began to explain things I didn't want to understand. I stood with my back to him and listened. "We were separated when I met you and only recently began speaking again. I don't know what's going to happen with my marriage. But you have to know that I never meant for this to happen. It was stupid, my fault and you don't deserve this." I felt him touch my shoulder gently. "I didn't expect to have these feelings for you. I didn't expect to fall in love with you." I whirled around. His eyes swam with a torrent of emotions I couldn't read. "Just don't. Don't say that to me. Don't you dare!" I looked away from him then, because I felt myself start to soften. I couldn't give into him, or this need to feel him hold me, and kiss me. "I'm sorry Jess. I'm so sorry." "Go. You need to go now." "Jess." He said it with a need that was all too familiar. I turned my back on him again and began to purposely busy myself by hanging clothes. It had taken me almost an hour to find the right outfit before he'd come over and the evidence of that was obvious as there were clothes strewn all over my bed. I felt my heart nearly break all over again as I heard the back door slam after Caiden. It took every ounce of strength and determinedness that I had within to disregard the harrowing sting I felt. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, shook my head and continued hanging my clothes. I was still hanging some of my clothes back up in the closet when he cornered me in the small space. "Caiden." I hadn't heard him come in. He didn't speak, just pushed my body roughly against the shelves in my closet and kissed me, then hastily hiked my skirt up finding me wet. He thrust two fingers into me and I held onto his shoulders as I cried out. A hundred other memories of us flashed before me; us kissing passionately, my lips finding his in the dark, taking his hard cock in my mouth, listening to him moan, watching his eyes roll back, and our bodies slapping together. I thought of him taking me on the floor, against the wall, on the couch, on the bed, the roof of his car. The memories of each time he entered me, swiftly, solidly, rushed into mind. I couldn't do this. Just couldn't. I pushed his hands away, begging him to stop, carelessly wishing he wouldn't. Then I saw it, his eyes changed, he was no longer the kind, handsome lover, but a fearful, demanding man. He slapped me. Hard enough to jerk my head to the side. I cried out in surprise. Then slapped him back. True, it wasn't the first time he'd slapped me during a passionate outburst, but it was completely unexpected. I felt no pain, only a frantic craze to have him. Our eyes met as he touched my body and I moaned then pushed by him and sat at my computer desk, breathless and confused. This couldn't be happening. I couldn't let this happen. He's married! I starred at the dark computer screen and all but felt his eyes burning into my back as he sat on the bed behind me, still not so much as breathing a word to me. "I'm going to be late for work." I said at length. In a snap he had spun me around in my chair, my heels digging into the hardwood floor perilously, trying to find purchase. As he turned me to face him, my bare knees brushed his legs, then the pronounced bulge in the center of his slacks. I pretended not to notice. With a hand on either side of my chair he dared me to look into his eyes. I averted his eyes and smiled shyly, knowing he was watching me closely, reading not only my anticipation, but my nervousness as well. Testing me further, he slid a hand up my bare leg passing just under the hem of my skirt. I slapped his hand then pushed it away. As much as I wanted him, there was still a part of me that felt superior to this aching need. A part of me that could say no, and mean it. Patient, he lifted an eye brow and slid his hand under my skirt again. When I removed it for a second time he brought both hands up in a sign of truce, then leaned back on his arms and starred at me. "What, I can't touch you?" He asked, smugly. My eyes narrowed. "You have some nerve." "What?" Again he raised an eyebrow, and leaned forward, watching me. When he watches me that closely I can't speak. A million different things are running through my mind, but I can't form a single proper sentence for fear I'll slip up and say something I don't want him to hear. Tell him how much I want him to kiss me, touch me, feel me, and love me. But I don't do that. Instead I stood and faced him, "You need to leave Caiden. This isn't going to happen, so go." I went to the bathroom needing space and time to think, knowing full well he wouldn't leave. Not without some form of closure, whether it be from sex or a good bye kiss, he wasn't leaving without one or the other. Somehow I knew that. He's a man who does as he pleases when he pleases. It only infuriated me more to come to realize that I wasn't sure whether or not I was going to give him what he was after. My heart told me no but my body told me yes. I begin to think about the way he touched me and lost my breath. As my knees started to give, I hear myself sigh. My hands are already shaking in anticipation. I begin to fear that he's gone and I rush out of the bathroom only to find him on the couch, settled comfortably, watching television. I sit a few feet away from him, still not speaking, but our eyes meet. We both know that what we want is wrong, but it doesn't stop the yearning. Wasting little time he stands before me and finds his way between my legs with his body. I can feel him hard against my cunt and I drop my head back, close my eyes and sigh. Taking the opportunity he leans down and caresses my neck, kissing me softly. Awakening every need in me. I can smell his aftershave and cologne, it's intoxicating, but I battle myself and him, telling him to stop. He does as I ask and sits back down on the couch next to me. "I need to fuck you Jess. Just one last time. I need to be deep inside of you." He says it softly and I shrug again. On a sigh he stands. "I've got to take care of this before I go to work." He pauses briefly and looks to me to stop him. "Go ahead." I say, knowing he won't. Well aware that I still haven't fully convinced him of my unwillingness in the matter. "Then help me." He pleads, and I look to see his large erection nearly busting out of his pants. I smile to myself. I love knowing that I do that to him. Feeling a bit embarrassed, but tempted and feeling smug, I shake my head and try to prove to him, and myself, that I'm not interested. "I don't think so." I now stand to signify my trepidation. He takes my hand and directs it over to his growing cock, causing me to rub him roughly. The feel of his rock hard member has me nearly losing control. I feel hazy with desire for him and I sigh and watch as his moans and his eyes roll back in ecstasy. I immediately sit, taking my hand with me. He hesitates only a moment longer before lowering himself to me. I feel his hot breath on my neck, and my pulse kicks up. I move my neck away from him, he then shifts to lower a kiss on the other side of my neck, but I avoid that as well. His lips are now a breath away from mine, momentarily touching, I moan into his mouth just as he's about to kiss me, and then shift away. His hand finds my breast, and I swat him away and feel his lips on my neck. "Stop." I all but moan it. His mouth, body, hands, slowly enticing me. He unbuttons my shirt and roughly pulls my breasts out of my bra. Harshly, he pulls on my nipples, ripping a moan from me. My heart beat is racing and a mental image of him deep inside me makes me breathless. Then out of no where a turbulence of emotion runs over me, and I remember the hurt, the need, the emptiness I feel once he's gone. "No. Stop." Breathlessly I shove at him again as he looks down at me. Looking into his eyes I am suddenly overcome with affection for him. I want to take his face in my hands, kiss him gently, lovingly. But I know in my heart there is no time or place for tenderness and it kills me. I want to scream, cry, and slap him. I want to kiss him, fuck him, and love him. "You don't want me to stop." He says, unaware of the resentment burning inside of me. "Yes, I do." I say, but I'm no longer sure as I feel him brush against me. The battle within me surges on, but before I can make any final decision he grabs both of my hands and roughly jerks me up off of the couch in one swift motion. "You're coming with me." With my hands still in his he begins dragging me toward the bedroom. I panic. Everything inside me is telling me to run, fight, and flee. I'm yelling for him to stop, I almost fall and try frantically to get my footing so I can run. "Please. Caiden! Stop! Let go of me!" Everything seems to happen in a flash. I've been shoved hastily onto the bed and he is kneeling before me. I look into his eyes and all but see the storm raging in him. I'm still trying to push him off of me when he forces his body brutally between my legs once more. My legs are getting tired with the futile effort of trying to close them off to him. I wiggle my body away from his slightly as he holds me down and I kick out and continue to try to rock away from his grasp. "Stop! Caiden!" But part of me is thinking hurry and I'm ashamed, then a wave of fury hits me and the fight in me is back. I can't let him have me. He's no longer entitled and we both know it. I try pushing his arms away as he struggles with my thong, lashing out at him, and yelling. There's something untamed in his eyes, something I've seen in him at moments like this that scare me. With him I feel helpless and powerful at the same time. His restraint is wearing thin and he slaps me hard then savagely rips my thongs off. "No! Caiden. Please!" I feel my body quiver as my legs are forced apart. Our eyes meet as he quickly unhooks his belt, unbuttons and unzips his pants and brutally plunges into me. He let's out a deep moan and closes his eyes as he fully penetrates me and I immediately stop resisting, drop my head to the side and scream, overcome by the thrill of it. The fight in me is gone, and there is nothing left but complete ecstasy at the feel of him filling me. Our clothes are still on, my black high-heeled clad feet wrapped around his back. He tears into me violently, each stroke edging me toward the brink of release. He shifts my legs so that my high-heels are now inches from his face, and rams himself into me with an untamed fervor. Moving rapidly, both of us losing control. On the verge of release he slows, thrusting deeply into me before momentarily stopping there. Savoring the moment, not wanting it to end. I can feel his cock throbbing inside of me as we lay joined together, my body wracked by the powerful assault. I cry out in desperation, and move my hips urgently, my wet cunt wrapped tightly around him. I continue to grind my hips wildly, using his body to pleasure me further. He watches me, his eyes full of desire and asks, "You want me to keep going?" He smiles smugly. "You want me to fuck you? Use you?" "Yes! Yes!" I scream and thrash my head back and forth as he begins to pound my body with his hard cock again. "You're pussy belongs to me." He says savagely. "Understand?" He asks, still fucking me. "Yes." I say without thinking. "Say it." He demands. "No." I look at him then with rage. I push him as hard as I can manage, but he doesn't budge. "Fuck you!" His dick nearly rips me in two as he slams into me, then he slaps me, harder this time. "Say it!" Overcome with passion I obey. "My pussy belongs to you." The pleasure is overwhelming. I feel my body begin to tense, and then close my eyes as I become light headed. "I'm going to cum!" I cry frantically as he maneuvers my body, driving deeper into me. "We can cum together." He says and immediately I feel his cock jerk inside of me, I feel the hot stream enter me and as we cum together I watch as he empties himself into me. He holds my body in place, shoving into me a few more times, assuring my body takes every drop. When he's finished he lowers himself to me, kisses me softly then pulls out. Every time this happens, it gets better and I find myself praying it'll never end.